When Troubles Multiply

“Face forward!” Mrs. McAllister gave Scott the hairy eyeball. He just stared right back. “Troll,” he muttered. “Your droopy eyebrows take over your face. Same goes for those droopy boobs.”

Whispers in the opposite corner. “Stop talking!” Mrs. McAllister screeched.

Scott glared at his math test, the blank spaces and pencil scratches taunting frayed nerves. Shifting eyes. Brilliant sunshine. He replayed last night’s fencing match. What he wouldn’t give to test out his skills on the troll. Should he forget to attach the rubber tip to his foil, oh what a pity.


The narrator snapped the paperback shut. “And that, my friends, is the end of this book.”


Copyright © 2015 by Emily Clayton
Originally appeared on Micro Bookends:

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